. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . e-fick Maid. Oh ! had I never known thofe powrful Charms,Never been clafpd in thofe bewitching Arms!Oh! had I livd in fome far-diftant Place,And never feen that Dear Enchanters Face!Oh ! better had
. An essay upon literature: or, An enquiry into the antiquity and original of letters; proving that the two tables, written by the finger of God in Mount Sinai, was the first writing in the world, and that all other alphabets derive from the Hebrew ; with a short view of the methods made use of by the antients to supply the want of letters before, and improve the use of them, after they were known . e-fick Maid. Oh ! had I never known thofe powrful Charms,Never been clafpd in thofe bewitching Arms!Oh! had I livd in fome far-diftant Place,And never feen that Dear Enchanters Face!Oh ! better had I never feen the Light,But flept for ever in the Womb of Night!But oh ! —then I had never known the Boy,Oh ! never felt the Soul-diflblving Joy!Neer had I laid my weary head to Reft,On the foft Pillow of Florelios Breaft,Neer to his Bofbm had he ftraind me faft,As once he did—But that, I fears the Laft. Yet may the friendly Gods propitious prove,And blefs Florelio in his future Love! SEVERAL OCCASIONS 203 If greatly bold he feeks the Wars Alarms,Slow fl^ the Dart, Succefs attend his Arms:If on the Waves he braves the Stormy Main,May Indian wealthy Mines reward his foft, ye Winds! ye Billows ! gently rowl,Ye bear the mighty Treafure of my Soul:Be calm, ye Heavens! no /urging Waters rife,No lowry Storms difturb the angry Skies •Safe fend Elorelio back, tho tender Pbabe C c A 204 P O E M S O N *; GVL-Dra <^3p cvcfva ^Sy^ ^vr-fto cC3m> c/E3k> cc5w) e/Gate * SESSION OF THE OXFORD POETS. TO the famd Sons of Ifis Apollo of lateCame down from the Skies in Poetical State;His Harp and his Fiddle hung loofe at his Back,Juft fo as a Pedlar would carry his Pack:And to fhew that the God was to Women inclind,Nine pretty, tight Damfels came tripping what came he for ? (quoth a Friend that is near)Have Patience, Good Sr. ? and in Time you fliallhear. You SEVERAL OCCASIONS. 207 You muft know then, a vacant Preferment wasmade,And who was to have it, b
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